Chapter Seventeen: Sister Mianmian, I Want It Again

“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”

With swift steps, Luo Yunmian hurriedly lowered her head and made her way toward the hallway leading to the restroom.

A muffled thud sounded—she had collided with someone. Pain shot through her, causing her to hiss softly. Frowning, she lifted her eyes and saw a middle-aged man reeking of strong alcohol.

Xue Zhiqian was about to shout angrily, but the moment his gaze landed on Luo Yunmian, his eyes suddenly lit up like a starving wolf spotting prey.

His eyes shamelessly scanned her from head to toe, filled with lewdness, before a crooked smile spread across his face.

“Well, beautiful, in such a hurry to throw yourself into my arms? How about a drink?”

Luo Yunmian felt utterly uncomfortable under his blatant stare.

“Sorry, I’m not here to entertain,” she said, attempting to sidestep past Xue Shao. But he was quick, grabbing her arm tightly.

His breath was heavy with alcohol, his words dripping with arrogance.

Struggling fiercely, she couldn’t break free. Frustrated and angry, she grabbed her purse and swung it with all her might.

Xue Zhiqian staggered back, caught off guard by the sudden blow.

“Oh? So feisty? I like that!” he said, not angry but increasingly intrigued, his coarse face twitching with a twisted grin.

Luo Yunmian trembled with anger, eyes wide open. Seizing the moment, she lifted her foot and kicked hard at his groin with all her strength.

“Ouch!”

He screamed, instinctively clutching himself, his face turning pale. He curled up and slowly collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.

Just then, Fu Yanchi and Zhuang Bo hurried over.

Fu Yanchi’s gaze quickly swept over Luo Yunmian, relieved to see she was unharmed. The frown on his brow eased quietly.

Zhuang Bo, on the other hand, looked utterly astonished, eyes wide, one hand covering his mouth as his gaze flicked between Luo Yunmian and the man on the floor.

Wow, this gentle and beautiful lady turned out to be so fierce!

Looking at the man clutching his groin, Zhuang Bo shivered involuntarily—just thinking about it made him hurt.

“Call someone to drag him away,” Fu Yanchi said casually, but to Zhuang Bo's ears, it sounded more terrifying than seeing Luo Yunmian kick someone.

He briefly felt sympathy for the man on the ground, but it was clear angering this prince would ruin him for life.

Seeing the two men together, Luo Yunmian was momentarily surprised, then recalled that the detective agency was introduced by Fu Yanchi—it made sense they knew each other.

Taking advantage of their conversation, she took a few steps forward, pushed open the restroom door, and was about to close it when a tall figure blocked her way.

Instinctively, Luo Yunmian stepped back, only to have her back hit the wall with nowhere to retreat.

Fu Yanchi calmly closed the door and placed one hand firmly against the wall, trapping Luo Yunmian in the narrow space between him and the wall.

“Yunmian, what are you afraid of?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, his gaze locked on her with a teasing smile.

“I—I’m not,” she stammered.

“No? Then why did you run when you saw me?”

Luo Yunmian nervously retorted, “I really had to pee.”

A stifled laugh escaped Fu Yanchi’s lips; his eyes sparkled with mischief.

He leaned fully against the door, tilting his head slightly, a playful smirk twisting on his face.

“Don’t hold it in too long, Yunmian. I’ll guard the door for you.”

“You’re shameless!” Luo Yunmian’s cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and anger, glaring at him.

“Yunmian, haven’t I seen every inch of you?” Fu Yanchi teased, unfazed by her fury, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“Enough,” she snapped, chest heaving with anger. A mixture of grievance and rage welled up inside her. She’d lived a disciplined life for over twenty years; even the night she spent with Fu Tingshen in revenge was a moment of courage beyond measure.

Now, stubbornness took hold, and she felt ready to throw caution to the wind.

“I didn’t come here to have fun. I’m here to find a man. So what?” she declared, her usual gentleness and restraint completely gone.

“Yunmian, you’re really going after that kind of guy?” Fu Yanchi asked.

Luo Yunmian said nothing.

After a moment, Fu Yanchi spoke again.

“Going out to have fun is fine, but it seems your taste has gotten worse since you came out.”

He deliberately leaned closer, warm breath brushing against her ear, electrifying her with a sudden shiver.

In that instant, uncontrollably, images of that night with Fu Yanchi flashed through her mind—his heated breath, burning lips, and those strong, defined hands. The scenes played over and over, magnified in her memory.

Her face grew inexplicably warm, a blush creeping over her cheeks. Flustered, she avoided Fu Yanchi’s gaze, her heart pounding faster.

She thought, perhaps she was drunk.

She sensed their breaths mingling, the air thickening with tension.

“Did that man treat you like this?” a low chuckle came from above.

Before she realized it, a strong hand wrapped around her waist, gently pulling her closer with an irresistible force.

Fu Yanchi’s eyes sparkled with stars. From the brief glance in the bar, a sudden urge had risen within him to draw her slender, soft waist into his embrace.

Sure enough, it was just as soft as he imagined.

While she still stood stunned by the sudden intimacy, his other hand slowly caressed her cheek. Then he leaned forward and lightly pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Yunmian…” Fu Yanchi’s voice was husky, laced with temptation.

“You’re… responding…” he whispered.

Luo Yunmian was momentarily stunned by his words. She felt utterly embarrassed—how could she be so overwhelmed in front of him?

“I—I’m just… physiological…” she stammered, her voice surprisingly shy even to herself.

Determined not to lose ground, she spoke again.

“Well then…”

A low chuckle came again.

Fu Yanchi’s gaze was tentative yet intense as he looked into her moist, slightly scolding eyes.

Seeing no strong resistance, he cast aside all restraint and leaned in, deepening the kiss.

Luo Yunmian’s breath quickened and her head spun. She reached up to push him away, but he caught her hand, pinning it against the wall by her ear with fingers interlaced.

“Yunmian, I want you again…”